I'm Thom. Free-roaming spirit, drug user, alcohol abuser, writer. Fuck it. Human persistence is futile. Hoping for zombies. Fuck off.
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"Some of you, some of you beg and hope for justice and peace.
Me? I'm just waiting for the world to collapse, to turn in and burn on itself, ridding itself of the plague we have become to it... That's what I'm waiting for."
My girl, my girl, don’t lie to me,
Tell me, where did you sleep, last night?
In the pines, in the pines, where the sun will never shine,
I’ll shiver the whole night through.
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Everyone needs transparent dancing Steve on their blog.
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Let’s just take a moment to appreciate the fact that Pooh has just shoved the equivalent of his own internal organs back into his body like it was no big deal.
No bothers were given that day.
No bothers given.
No bothers.
reblog every fucking time
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this is my human. when human is fussy, i just pet it like this.
as you can see, human is calm.
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